1820AD:
Elliot Smethwyk glared at the broom in front of him. He'd spent the
last nine months trying to invent a charm that would make riding a
broom more comfortable. He even had a name picked out - the
Cushioning Charm. But his other work was beginning to pile up...
Could he really risk his livelihood on such a vague dream? He had a
family to feed, after all.

But
think of the possibilities, that persuasive voice in his mind
whispered. You could be rich. You could be famous. You could
change the world. With Cushioning Charms, everyone would fly
everywhere. No one would ever walk again. Flying would be fun.

Elliot
hesitated for a long moment, torn. He'd spent so long on this
charm. Finally, with a deep sigh, he put away the broom. Sometimes
you just have to cut your losses, he thought, and resolutely turned
his mind to more profitable matters.

1996AD:
Harry polished the burnished wood in front of him lovingly. A gift
from his wanted godfather, it was his most precious possession.

"Come
on Harry, you'll be late for practice," Ron's impatient voice
interrupted Harry's reverie and made him start. Putting aside the
polish, he threw his beloved hockey stick over his shoulder and
followed Ron out the door. They'd need all the practice they could
get if they were going to beat Slytherin this year.

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